I had plenty of room when I was home alone to spread out my plastic cowboys and "ranch set" and have the big house and the corrals and the bunk house and lots of "pasture land." I loved it. When I got a little older and started in with the Barbies I always played with those in a corner of the living room so the kitchen speaks to me of cowboys.
This is me with a friend of my mothers. I don't know the year. I know there is another photo of us in another part of the kitchen but I can't find that one. So what do I learn from this photo? The color of the kitchen and since I know that is the doorway to the living room I see it was green. That chair was where my daddy sat the one time I remember him visiting. I don't remember that bookcase at all!
Mom was an excellent cook and we had many good meals even though we were pretty poor. She could do amazing things with leftovers.
One of my favorite treats was when she took the left-over dough from her wonderful pies and made strips and then sprinkled cinnamon and sugar on them. She'd bake them and I'd inhale them.
Since I spent a great deal of time at my grandparents I included this picture of my grandfather in their kitchen. They moved a lot and this was the house that I didn't like. That door went out to the huge garden. Above the stove on the left was a metal play stove that was one of my favorite things to play with. Grandad always ate pickled pigs feet and Vienna sausages. Haven't tried the first but the second always reminds me of him.
What memories do you have of kitchens in your childhood home(s) or the homes of your extended family.
What was your favorite snack?